JAY-Z Girl’s Best Friend

Jigga man, Swizz Beats

History in the making, part three

Lights out ladies!

[Chorus: 2x]

C’mon here baby, you drive me crazy (to all my baby thugs)

Don’t want nobody but you my baby (and all my ladies sing)

Hold me tight and call me your lady (say it louder)

Let me scream your name

[Jay-Z]

I took ya outta Jacob’s in clusters

Busters they wanted to rush us

Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya

When you blush you turn blue if your grade is right

You can light up the whole room, turning day from night

When the summertime is in and the tops are down

With you around my neck we lock the whole block down (that’s right)

It took shortsleeves and loungin’ to understand

The reason they call you ice, everybody freeze

Ain’t a pendant in the sun who can shine like you

And that platinum in the charm who can blind like you

The direct reason why niggas do they crimes they do

I used to snatch the necklace right off them reckless fools

Guess I was jealous that they was so next to you

So I devoted half my time to invest in you

The other half was spent on protecting you

Cause you belong to me, now sing ya song for me

C’mon

[Chorus 2x]

[Jay-Z]

I’m often with you so they wonder bout the juice I got

I took you from the projects and an abusive pops

From the bottom to the top

The skateboard to the drop

From the nada to the Prada

I got ya like I got ya

From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya

It was then I knew everywhere I went you’d follow

Soon I spent every dolla you became my habit

other brothers vice was smoke, mines was carats

The more checks I got the more I laced my crew

The rocks got bigger, watch face got blue

Tricked a little bit, shit I lace my Boo

Fuck it, my mistress I laced her too

Cop my jewels twice, like deja vu

If they ever met in the mall, it’s ova ya’ll

Just the way I do, and either way you win

I mean the thugs love ya when your girl’s best friend

[Chorus 2x]

[Jay-Z]

And the wedding band you love

In the gold chain you thug

Sometimes you given just because

And the tennis bracelet means they want relations

Know that they wanna fuck the only reason they give you up

In the hands of goldiggas you never enough

Rings, things, just never enough

With me and you together gon shine to the end

I mean the thugs love ya but ya girls best friend

[Chorus til end]

JAY-Z Hovi Baby

Yes, yes YEP!

Welcome to the.. Jay-Z extravaganza

I’d like to introduce my band right now

Just Blaze and the Blazettes, hehe

Right now I want you to give the drummer some

No ma really, give the drummer some

Uhh

Touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable

Shake the unshakeable (it’s Hovi baby)

Yeah, ch-chi-uh, uh-ch-ch-uh, un-breakable

Rock the unrockable (it’s Hovi baby)

[Jay-Z]

Follow the flow, look

They say a midget standin on the giant’s shoulder can see much

further than the giant.. (the giant..)

So I got the WHOLE rap world on my shoulder they tryin to see

further than I am.. (than I am..)

And I have been tryin to be patient with they preoccupation

with David and Goliath.. (Goliath..)

But sooner or later, that patience gonna run it’s course

and I’m forced to be a tyrant.. (be a tyrant..)

But bein tyrant, comin through your environment

Iron mask, nigga iron gas, nigga I am back

With “The Team,” no I in that

R.O.C., y’all not eyein that

Y’all don’t see, clearly cause the reign ain’t gone

“The Dynasty,” no not Ming but Shawn’s

Dame careems, nigga it’s the gangsta team

Stop your run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene

The other reason, we got a gang of green

If there’s better at gettin cheddar that remains to be seen, nigga

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Jeah, jeah

[Chorus]

Can’t touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable

Shake the unshakeable (it’s Hovi baby)

Can’t see the unseeable, reach the unreachable

Do the impossible (it’s Hovi baby)

Can’t move the unmoveable, stop the unstoppable..

[Jay-Z]

Jeah, look

I’m so far ahead of my time, I’m bout to start another life

Look behind you, I’m bout to pass you twice

Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present

I’m fast, niggaz can’t get past my past

How they propose to deal with my perfect present?

When I unwrap “The Gift & the Curse” in one session

Ain’t no livin person can test him

Only two restin in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him

Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it

But nobody in rap did it, quite like I did it

If you did it I done it before, you get I had it

Got mad at it and don’t want it no more

And that goes for everything from flippin that raw

Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don’t get it twisted

Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice

Did the impossible then did it twice (get it right)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Yup! Hovi’s home, the global phone

The world is back in order the number one rap recorder is back

You cats overfelt yourself

You couldn’t help yourself, now witness the reel for reel

In my absence cats get, absent-minded

Now it’s time to rewind and remind ’em

why I’m in the position that I am

changin the game, my game could nail Madonna

Well after I’m gone, they’ll honor

history in the makin, Pistol Pete

leave competition shakin without missin the beat

Chasin the hi-hat all over the track

The snare is scared of the air in here, BOOM!

And plus I get paper dog, don’t let me forget

The watch face so blue like it’s holdin it’s breath

Can’t see me skill for skill or check for check

It’s the bow tie flow dog, I bring it to your neck

Live and correct I will bring it to your set

I got now, I don’t care who got next

Rapper slash exec, Kordell Stewart

Your flow all y’all usin is mine, you’re all useless

You ain’t a factor, who are you foolin?

You all are faggots, you takin it backwards (takin it backwards)

I’m tryin to progress with this rap shit

Nigga, nigga your whole career is a accident

Who was gassin ’em? (Fuck outta here!)

[Chorus]

JAY-Z People’s Court

Jigga

Biatch

Yeah

Fuck Judge Wapner

It’s Jigga

Ya heard?

Y’all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code

Section 1001

[VERSE 1]

Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up

Dom Perrignon’ed up

Niggas from where want what?

One slip’ll get your cherry bombed up

I got heavy arm

And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut

B, test your dumb blonde luck

Fuck with the wrong one

Shawn Gun, harm one, two

Fuck y’all wan’ do?

Bastards, niggas know I blast quick

As if y’all had to ask – shit

Get your ass twist

It’s the rap’s El Ni?o, get your brain splitted

And I don’t like pussy well enough to hang with it

You ain’t with it, same shit, they

Can’t fuck with the languaddage

Soon as the slang’s spitted

If you came you get it

Plain as a game with them thangs with it

On co-sign and the whole nine

Leave you where I find yo ass – lost with no signs

You’re so wrong

I’m the last nigga to roll on

Got a vest on, went to Folsom

When you guess wrong I’ma press one

Muthafucka

[CHORUS]

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury

When you’re warin with me

It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street

I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay

Better crawl for your heat

It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street

Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury

When you’re warin with me

It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street

I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me

It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street

[VERSE 2]

I give a shit if it’s small claims like stealin your bitch

Or if it’s Supreme Court like stealin your bricks

Look, my guns is all-range, more pain

Indifferential, whether you’re big money or small change

When I cock it – ball game

My pistals never miss-trial, here’s the determent

With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent

I’m like “Why, nigga, try Jigga?” You must remember

It’s like bein on trial for your life with a public defender

Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off

With docu number 9mm

All rise…

The Honourable Jay-Z presides

Instead of a mallet I hold a tool

All objections over-ruled

Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it

Two guns, right over left, that’s how I cross-examine

Like Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you lose

Jigga’s no lie, and y’all can’t handle the truth

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]

No flow’s sicker, no cell can hold Jigga

Since I dropped ‘Reasonable Doubt’ no cocaine convictors

No contest in a rhyme fest, I’m best

Under oath raise my hand, and I spit it – honest

Know our facts for real ‘fore y’all decide to act ill

When you blow trial ain’t no comin back on the pill

It’s Murder One, bail set at a half a mill

It’s Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rum

Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt

You get state time for fakin like you greater than Him

So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk Sergeant

Say you’re sorry, then – take your property

I be sho’ defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant

While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it

Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term

Of ‘Lifetime’, Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned

[CHORUS]

JAY-Z The Best Of Both Worlds

[J] Yeah, yeah, it’s here niggaz! (wooo-WEEE!)

[J] Rockland/Roc-A-Fella collaboration

[R] What, what, what, what..

[J] Tone the Referee – the best of both worlds

[R] Welcome to the best of both worlds

[J] R. Kelly

[R] Chi-Town

[J] Let’s just start frontin on ’em right away (c’mon Jay)

[Jay-Z]

I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga big boy drop

We be the only big boys that the big boys watch

Sing to ’em Kelly

[R] Best of.. both worlds.. (rock for ’em Hov’)

[Jay-Z]

The combination of Pappy Mason and Larry Davis

Martin and Malcolm, this is the bigger than the album

R-ah

[R] Oh yeah

[R] The best of (best of both) both worlds – ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]

I got a million on that boy singin whatever on the flow

Y’all got cheddar to blow, whatever, let a nigga know

Kel’s

[R] The best of..

[J] Back and forth, back and forth, let’s do it

[R] .. both worlds (rock for ’em Hov’)

[Jay-Z]

It’s not even close, just leave it alone

I’m Michael Jordan, I play for the team I own

Sing to ’em Kel’

[R] The best of.. both worlds – ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]

Young.. H – flow feared in fifty states

Young.. Kel’s – nigga the best of both worlds

Holla

[R] The best of..

[J] Just get gangsta with a nigga

[R] .. both worlds

[J] Just get gangsta with it (rock for ’em Hov’)

[Jay-Z]

You can’t possibly think you can stop this

It’s prophecy; plus I feel like the nigga Big watchin me

Kel..

[R] Best of.. both worlds

[J] Stop playin with these niggaz, talk to ’em!

[R. Kelly]

This is for my niggaz down bottom and them hustlers on twenty-two’s

Single parent mothers in the hood is who I’m talkin to

I know it’s rough in the ghetto but let me walk witchu

Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea

And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn’t make it

But you still held your ground and came up out that basement

In the memory of those that we lost, it’s deicated

We miss y’all, uh-huh, yeah-hea

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

This right here this whole album’s..

in the memory of all our fallen soldiers (uh-huh)

we lost along the way (ohhhhhoooh) knahmsayin, ghetto to ghetto

City to city, worldwide, we got y’all, y’knahmean?

(Ghetto America) This album right here represents strength

(Ohhhh! Yeahhh) Strength in our people, understand it

[Both]

Cock-suckers can not touch us, the block love us

We got the ghetto on our back muh’fuckers

[R] The best of..

[J] Yeah, right

[R] both worlds (rock for ’em Hov’)

[Jay-Z]

We got this locked for two reasons: we from the hood

plus we promised both our mommas that we would

Kel – take ’em to church

[R] The best of.. both worlds – ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]

We mastered this, don’t you know

I eat beef and breathe acid, weak bastards

We copped and we crash it

Then we cop again cause we are classic

Let me speak for ya R we “Scarface” re-enacted

“The Godfather” trilogy re-casted

But it’s real like we grievin for Aaliyah with the masses

But I hope my boy Dash get to see it when he passes

I feel her soul when the Lee passes

When the wind blows, it’s almost like I see her in the Hamptons

Even more reason to be up in them mansions

Laid back, feet up in the hammock, I’ma live for ya

Big too, ’til they put me in the grave

I’ma floss ’til they toss me a Bed-Stuy parade

‘Til Chi-Town make a nigga Mayor for a day

In the memory of Joanne Kelly, let us pray

[R] Both worlds… welcome to the best of both worlds

JAY-Z Get Your Mind Right Mami

[Jay-Z]

Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y’knowhatI’msayin?

It’s good, it’s love, it’s all love

We got cases of Belvedere, we gon’ play truth or dare

We gon’ really get to know one another

All you gotta do is put your hair down, get your mind right

Knahmean? I’m here for you, yo

Relax yourself, let your conscience be free

You now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C

Ain’t no place on the planet that you’d rather be

but in the blue flame, bitch you’re new to the game

Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot

The topic of discussion in every nail shop

It’s a secret society, all we ask is trust

and within a week, watch your arm freeze up

Brassiere get right, A to a D cup

Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up

Ears get iced, gear get spiced

From hoodrat to superstar, there’s your life

Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your hell

Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel

Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well

Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself

[Chorus w/ singer]

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta play your part when you’re rollin with the R-O-C

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, I’m young Memphis, used to play the apprentice

Now I’m like the teacher, c’mere, let me teach ya

how to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures

How to play it cool when police come to pinch us

Relax mami, let the Belvy flow

Inhale the ‘dro, exhale it slow

I could teach you how to roll, teach you bout fly kicks

Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit

When the beeper goes off, please don’t reach

like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek

Get your mind right baby, goin through mine crazy

When I’m in the shower, *69 me crazy

Track my last call, contact my broad

with a bitch ?? had physical contact in the mall

You got issues {inhales} problems you need to iron out

I will, holla, for now you on time out

[Chorus w/ singer and Snoop]

You gotta play your part when you’re rollin with the R-O-C

[S] C’mon little mama, c’mon

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C’mon little mama, c’mon

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C’mon baby girl, c’mon

And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C’mon little mama, c’mon

[Snoop Dogg]

P-I-M-P-ology

I played you and you paid me

Believe me when I tell you girl I know you a freak

for fuckin with me, that ain’t all you can be

Just put your mind to it you can go real far

I know times gettin hard on the boulevard

They say, pimpin is dead; man, pimpin ain’t dead

These hoes just scared and they blind tryin and dyin to be lead

But who’s to lead ’em? Talk shit to ’em and beat ’em

Get they mind right and feed ’em

Now I don’t need ’em (uh uh) but I can do that there

Put on a three-piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair

so I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place

Got yo’ bitch all on my line and now she up in my face

Is this yo’ bitch is that yo’ bitch cause if she’s not she mine

She fallin fo’ a nigga and I ain’t even dropped a line

[Chorus w/ Snoop]

Get out my limelight bitch and get your mind right

C’mon little mama, c’mon

Get your mind right bitch, get your mind right

C’mon baby girl, c’mon, c’mon

You gotta play your part when you’re rollin with the R-O-C

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right ma, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family

[Jay-Z]

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

Get your mind right ma, get your mind right huh?

Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

JAY-Z Big Chips

[Chorus (R. Kelly):]

Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinking and partying

We got chicks in swimsuits modeling

We in the twin stretch Maybachs dipping low

The way the wrist shine it’s so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)

Nigga what you heard it’s Kells and Hov

With the second coming of Best Of Both

In the first week I predict a million sold, we talking…

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (R. Kelly)]

Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga

Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh)

Any day they could dig your grave

Shit, so big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that’s the risk is taken

In which case you niggas wouldn’t wanna switch places

I on the other hand relish the situation

Thank the Lord for the gift, I’m gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet

I overhauled it you wouldn’t recognize it

From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this

Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this

Ma you rolling I’m as real as it gets

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]

Big chips! I can’t take this

The way you move your ass slow like Matrix

You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas

Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can’t fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it

Superstar honey, so mean and vicious

Got a lot and coming, I’m so mean and vicious

Bark bark farmer, this chicken laying platinum ex-farmer (preach!)

So go low mama, give it a go

As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio!

Girl you so good I’m swerving like whoa! whoa!

Uh oh! Uh uh oh! From the club to the stretch

Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Big chips! I’m a boss I said

Tilt my hat and I cross my legs

Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread

And the pigeons start flocking, balling like Bishop Loughlin

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him

So any gunplay that is an option

I been doing this since niggas was woppin

Rocking Izods with the matching socks, and

Slap boxing in the back park and when the girls start watching

Try to get real, you had to drop ’em

See I ain’t never been a fronter

Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don’t want you number

Either you’re coming or I one you

Either you know what you want ma, I don’t even want you

You play pretty if you wanna

[Chorus]

[Bridge: R. Kelly]

All around the world, stop where the sun sets

Spending big chips you wanna go (uh oh, uh uh oh!)

You wanna go (uh oh, uh uh oh!)

Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets

Spending big chips you wanna go (uh oh, uh uh oh!)

Do you wanna go (uh oh, uh uh oh!)

[Outro: R. Kelly]

Uh, come on, Tone, I see you, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters

What’s really good, we’re in the islands chilling in the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh

Either I’m high or, I think I just saw a dolphin

JAY-Z Super Ugly

[Verse 1:]

I got myself a gun

Brooklyn, stand up

I got myself a gun

But really, I dont need tha heat

Ya heart pump project kool-aid(ya sweet)

I aint gotta two-way you gays

This is not beef

This is rap hommie

I dont have a scratch on me

You feel Jay soft

Rip jay off

Damn I’m only worth over a hundred million

Look

I got beef with like a hundred children

Niggaz with pink suits

Tryin to get cute

You a little outta line hommie

Dont let the 9 hommie

Put ya out ya mind hommie

Bitch keep tryin hommie

Kick yo little lies

I kick my real facts

Like u sneakin out tha back

At tha Source Soundlab(uh)

We wasnt chasin you

We had a tape and too

We came through to do our little one, two thang

It wasnt a rockafella come through thing

If it was on like that

Why would I come through Queens

Yo, ya’ll Queens nigga know how I do

I got mo’ shooters in Queens Bridge than u

Niggaz’ll(niggaz will) tie you up on the Colloseum roof

And open beer bottles off ya boy’s chipped tooth

Look Here,

[Chorus:]

I got myself a gun,Uh Ohhhh!

Yea, I got myself a gun

[Verse 2:]

Listen

I’m tha J, tha A, to the fuck this broad

This nigga never sold asprin

How u escobar?

Had to buy you’re chain back tha last time u got robbed

The nerve of this coward nigga….(Oh My God)

And all rap rumors are induendo

I bring them to you live

Lift up ya window

Let tha public begin to see your dirty laundry

Ya’ll dont want me to continue(Oh!)

Super Ugly

[Jay-Z Laughing]

[Nas Voice:]

I dont give a fuck

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me

She aint playin

Believe what I’m sayin

[Verse 3:]

Me and tha boy A.I. got more in Common than just ballin and rhymin

Get It?

More in Carmen

I came in ya Bentley backseat

Skeeted in Jeep

Left condoms in tha baby seat

Here nigga

Tha gloves is off

The love is done

Its whateva, wheneva, howeva

Nigga “1”

And since you infatuated with sayin tha gay shit

Yes u was kissin my dick when u was kissin that bitch

Crazy bitch

You thought I was boning Ranette

You calling Carm’ a hundred times I was boning her neck

You got a baby by that broad

You cant disown her yet

When does ya lies end?

When does the truth begin?

When does reality set it?

Or does it not matter

Gotta hurt that I’m ya baby mama’s favorite rapper

And ask your current girl

She know whats up

Holla at a real nigga

[Nas Voice:]

I dont give a fuck

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me

She aint playin

Believe what I’m sayin

JAY-Z ’03 Bonnie & Clyde

[talking]

Uhh uhh uhh.

You ready B? Let’s go get ’em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Look for me! Young, B

Cruisin down the westside – high, way

Doing what we like to do – our, way

Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason

all of my dates been blind dates

But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me

I’m mashin the gas, she’s grabbin the wheel, it’s trippy how hard

She rides with me – the new Bobby and Whitney

Only time we don’t speak is during “Sex and the City”

She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over

She’s right back to being my soldier

Cuz mami’s a rider, and I’m a roller

Put us together, how they gon’ stop both us?

What ever she lacks, I’m right over her shoulder

When I’m off track mami is keepin me focused

So let’s, lock this down like it’s supposed to be

The ’03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov’ and B

[Chorus]

[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.

[Bey] Down to ride ’til the very end, it’s me and my boyfriend.

[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.

[Bey] Down to ride ’til the very end, it’s me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin

with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin

Now they ’bout nothin – if ever you mad about somethin

It won’t be that; oh no it won’t be that

I don’t be at, places where we comfy at

With no be-atch; oh no you won’t see that

And no, I ain’t perfect – nobody walkin this earth’s surface is

But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you workin’ at Hermes, Birkin Bag

Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens

600 drops, Mercedes Benz

The only time you wear Burberry to swim

And I don’t have to worry, only worry is him

She do anything necessary for him

And I do anything necessary for her

so don’t let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]

(Talk to ’em B)

If I was your girlfriend

I’ll be there for you, if somebody hurts you

Even if that sombody’s me

Yeah-hee (break it down for ’em)

Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be

And so I put this on my life

Nobody or nothing will ever come between us

And I promise I’ll give my life

my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

Put this on my life

The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in

I promise I’ll give my life

my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]

JAY-Z The Return

[Intro]

Halt! Who goes there?

It is I sire Tone from Brooklyn.

Well, speak up man what is it?

News from the East sire! THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS HAS RETURNED!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (R. Kelly)]

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the freshest of them all?

I love ‘em all but none of yall can fuck with the double suicide doors on that black phantom,

Fuck em all

We got hits like a 30 shot clip when we throw one in the air everybody hit the floor

Holla atcha boy, boys, when we boys so we bringin out them toys

Lane to lane on the dana danes

We give you noise man when the year change we change, nigga we right here

We can go bang for bang

We can go clip for clip nigga chain for chain

We can go bitch for bitch got a pretty young thing

That I keep by my hip like my celly that ring, sing!

(Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin

OH! Best of Both Worlds)

Best of Both Worlds and we rock the globe

You knamsayin

Ya boy H-O wit Kels we not playin

Losers lose so when we does what we do we win

Then win again like de ja vu

Then we win again like MJ do

Three-peat then retreat the waters that’s blue

Young scrappy this what grown men do lets move!

[Chorus: R. Kelly (2x)]

In this arena, arena

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up

This is for them hustling boys and girls

It’s the return of Best of Both Worlds

(Nothin can hold us now!)

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]

Now all the ladies love Kels cause Kels is fresh

And plus Kels got “superpimp” ‘cross his chest

I got a phat gold chain and I drop top Lex

And when im rollin thourhg ya hood I be causin wrecks

Man I’m a gigalo, Air Force Ones and fresh linen

I be in the club while my chrome still spinnin

Ladies line up in a single file line just to hit a ?? I’ll sing ‘em a few lines like (Me and

Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin OH!

Best of Both Worlds!)

Shuttin it down you knamean

Kels and Jigga man bacl on the scene

Step up in the club so fresh and so clean

Ladies be like damn! BLING! BLING! BLING

Hov rap and I SING! SING! SING

H to the O and the R&B King, before we do a show its like CHING! CHING! CHING!

So Lodi Dodi, we likes to party, we don’t start fights we don’t bother nobody

The good news is haters we gat a lotta dough, bad news is it’s the return of Best of Both…

[Chorus]

[Bridge: R. Kelly]

We on a world tour wit Jay and my man

Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand

London, Paris, New York, D.C., Detroit, From Chi-Town to Cali

We on a world tour wit Kels and ya man

Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand

Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louis, Miami

Best of Both comin to ya city!

[Chorus]

JAY-Z 4:44

[Kim Burrell:]

Do I find it so hard

When I know in my heart

I’m letting you down everyday

Letting you down everyday

Why do I keep on running away?

[Jay-Z:]

Look, I apologize, often womanize

Took for my child to be born

See through a woman’s eyes

Took for these natural twins to believe in miracles

Took me too long for this song

I don’t deserve you, I harass you out in Paris

“Please come back to Rome”

You make it home

We talked for hours when you were on tour

“Please pick up the phone, pick up the phone”

Said: “Don’t embarrass me,” instead of “Be mine”

That was my proposal for us to go steady

That was your 21st birthday, you mature faster than me

I wasn’t ready, so I apologize

I’ve seen the innocence leave your eyes

I still mourn this death, I apologize for all the stillborns

‘Cause I wasn’t present, your body wouldn’t accept it

I apologize to all the woman whom I

Toyed with you emotions because I was emotionless

I apologize ’cause at your best you are love

And because I fall short of what I say I’m all about

Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed

And you stare blankly into space

Thinkin’ of all the time you wasted in on all this basic shit

So I apologize

[Hannah Williams:]

I’m never gonna treat you

Never gonna treat you like I should

[Jay-Z:]

I apologize, our love was one for the ages and I contained us

And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive

Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions

Or sleep with our back turned

We’re supposed to vacay ’til our backs burn

We’re supposed to laugh ’til our hearts stops

And then we in a space where the dark stops

And lets love light the way

Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face

I never wanted another woman to know

Something about me that you didn’t know

I promised, I cried, I couldn’t hold

I suck at love, I think I need a do-over

I will be emotionally available if I invited you over

I stew over

What if?

You over

My shit?

[Hannah Williams:]

I’m never gonna treat you

Never gonna treat you like I should

[Jay-Z:]

And if my children knew, I don’t even know what I would do

If they ain’t look at me the same

I would prob’ly die with all the shame

“You did what with who?”

What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate?

“You risked that for Blue?”

If I wasn’t a superhero in your face

My heart breaks for the day I had to explain my mistakes

And the mask goes away and Santa Claus is fake

And you go online and see

For Blue’s tooth, the tooth fairy didn’t pay

[Hannah Williams:]

I’m never gonna treat you like I should